We're in public!

"Fuck you, this body is mine now!" Tyler said, his newly squired breasts concealed only by two middle fingers.

"Jesus Christ Tyler," Maggie's voice cracked in frustration. "Put by breasts away, we're in public!"

"Nuh uh, they're mine now! Plus I think he's really enjoying the view," Tyler winked at an oncoming jogger. The jogger quickly diverted his eyes from Tyler's chest towards the path ahead.

"Put them away, you're embarrassing me!"

Maggie watched her old face grin even wider. She had no idea that her lips could even stretch as far as Tyler stretched them. Without saying a word her younger brother removed his top completely and tossed into the brush beside him, exposing Maggie's bare breasts for the whole world to see.

"I'm going to take a walk, maybe find the jogger or something. I'm pretty sure he wasn't embarrassed looking at me. Wanna join sis?"

Maggie was frozen in rage, her face as red as fire.

"See ya later sis," he said strutting away. "Looks like it's just me and the girls today!"

Meridian

Dave stood by the limo as the private jet roared on up the tarmac. The gust from the jet engines was enough to blow off Dave's footing, but he was a professional and professionals do not budge.

The bodyguard was given a brief memo today from the CEO of Meridian International, Charles Vincent, that his experiment had been a complete success and that his most trusted bodyguard, Dave, should be expecting him to arrive in a different form, and that he is under strict orders to trust that no matter what, if a person comes up to him today claiming to be Charles Vincent, to act towards them as if they are Charles Vincent. It must have been one crazy experiment.

The plane halted a few feet from the limo and lowered the staircase. Out walked a beautiful woman, she was dressed in a designer dress and walked with more power and confidence than any woman Dave had met before in his life.

"Dave," she said approaching the car. "Nice to see you again. How do I look?"

"Excuse me miss, I don't believe we've met." Dave said sternly.

"Did you not get the memo?"

"I did get a memo."

"Did you get the second memo?"

"I only got one miss."

"You didn't get the second memo?" She said pulling out her phone. "Somebody's getting fired it looks like." She typed out a quick email and put her phone back into her purse. "Problem solved. Now Dave, what did the first memo say?"

"To treat anyone who claims to be Mr. Vincent as if they are Mr. Vincent today."

"Good, good. Well Dave, I am Mr. Vincent. The boys in the lab have been helping me find a fountain of youth. This is the answer, a brand new body!" Charles said. "This should have been explained in the second memo with a detailed report. This body is only temporary for now, she's just some random model we paid off, thought I'd give the female form a spin for a weekend to see what it's like. But this is the answer Dave, we solved death! This calls for a little celebration, don't ya think?"

"I agree Mis-ter Vincent," Dave gulped. "Where too?"

"The usual of course," Charles said setting himself into the rear seat of the limo. "Oh, and you can call my Charlie."

"Of course Charlie."

Can I tell you a secret? Part 3

Where we last saw the roommates. 

Sean lied on the couch. He was wearing an new body and new lingerie he bought just for it. Unlike every other body he wore for Eric, this one was 100% custom made, made to be everything Eric desired physically in a woman. From the shape of her face to the tightness of her pussy, Sean had become the perfect woman for Eric.

Tonight marked the one year anniversary of Sean revealing his secret to his unsuspecting roommate. He would become any woman Eric requested because Sean knew how much more fun women had in bed, and more importantly he knew how great Eric was under the sheets. Over time Sean and Eric became exclusive, Eric stopped bringing women over because he had a roommate who would let him fuck any woman he wanted.

Sean admired his form again, smiling at his masterpiece, he called her Sara. Honestly he wouldn't mind staying as Sara for a long time. He never considered himself gay, and maybe it wasn't gay if you only slept with your male roommate as a woman, and at this point in his life he had more sex with a vagina than with a penis, but he was really falling for Eric. Eric and Sara, what a lovely couple. He thought to himself.

Pole Vault

"So I just take this enormous pole and thrust it into a little hole as hard as I can. Then I just ride it all the way up to a climax then fall gracefully onto a comfy pad? I had no idea how erotic pole vaulting is!" Dylan said to his sister.

"Shut up Dylan," Caroline said from the sidelines.

"Hey, I bet that little hole over there, gets more action than you!" he gestured towards the pole vaulting.

"I said 'Shut up!'" Caroline's face rose to a faint pink. "It's not like you've ever pounded any hole with your little pole anyways."

"Ouch," Dylan said. "Maybe it's time to change that."

"How? It's not like we know how to get back to our bodies, so in the mean time you're going to do my track meets in my body. That pole between your hands is the only one you got now."

"Well it's a good thing this is a solo sport," he said hoisting it up. "Because that's the only way I know how to use one!" And with that he dashed towards the little hole on the ground with his new kind of pole.

Groupie

"Yeah, shake yo body girl!" Max said panning his phone's camera around the obviously drunk fan.

"You like it Max?" She asked.

"I fucking love it. Keep it up girl!"

Max was the bassist of the Slash Monkies, an indie punk band that had been making their rounds at music festivals. At every fest he had his share of groupies but none of them had the enthusiasm as this girl. Her passion for him and the rest of the band was so raw and pure, and unlike other groupies she seemed more interest in the people in the band than just sleeping with them.

Today was their last day at the current fest and Max was honestly afraid to see her go.

"Hey Macy," he asked putting down the camera. "How would you like to join us for the rest of the tour? It's only a few more weeks and me and the boys would love your company."

"Do you really mean it?" she squealed.

"Yes I do. So what do you say?"

"I WOULD LOVE TOO!" She screened and hugged Max like a boa constrictor.

What Max didn't know wast that inside of Macy's body was not the soul of a quirky young woman, but the soul of fourteen year old Jesse, the self proclaimed number one fan of Slash Monkies. Jesse used a body swapping spell to take over the body of a random stranger at Indie Fest so he could see his favorite band despite his parents not allowing him to go. Little did he know at the time that he would be getting much more closer to the band members than just the front row. Let's just say that fourteen year old boy got as close as a woman could possibly get with each member.

Pure Bliss Part 2 - Going to Work

Part 1 Here

"How do girls get anything done with boobs?" Mitchell asked himself while caressing his favorite new assets. He had a livestream starting in ten minutes and all her could think about was his breasts. His hand passed over his nipple, releasing an involuntary moan from his feminine vocal chores. "I always forget how sensitive you girls are," he said looking down at his chest.

"It's not our fault we're so sexy," his said speaking in a baby voice while pushing his breasts back and forth, feeling their flesh rub up against one another then release. "Honest!"

Life as Ruby was a joy. Mitchell would game all day, then hit the streets of Italy at night. Mitchell didn't speak a lick of Italian, but he quickly learned it didn't matter to women so hot that on a 1 through 10 scale with looks so blinding that shot way above a 10 and beyond the infinities that men and woman a like had only one rating they used no matter the language: "W-w-w-w-wow!!!" Mitchell was now a "W-w-w-w-wow!!!"

As Ruby his life was full of nothing but compliments: online and off. He'd walk down the street every night with his breast pointed high and forward, as if they were leading the way to his next destination. His Instagram was filled with thousands of likes, even if he didn't smile, and the comments section soared with flattery, he even found the creepy comments and obligatory dick pics sent to him charming. Most night's he'd hit up a bar near Ruby's apartments and would usually bring back some lucky guy, or girl, back with him to share his new amazing body with. Yep it was a joy, but it had it's draw backs.

Mitchell felt a now familiar warm tingly, and damp feeling between his legs. "We know what you want," he continued voicing his breast. "Play with us please!"

"But girls," he said in Ruby's normal voice, "I already did that this morning. I got a livestream in eight minutes!"

"They can wait, they always do. The world loves you Mitchell, please spare us some love too!"

"Alright," his hand began slipping down into his pants. "You win, you- AHH!" He moaned as his hand penetrated his vagina. "Fuck, how do girls get anything done with this?" He said going to work between his legs.

House Cleaning

"Steven, is that really you?" Kimmy said approaching a face she hadn't worn in over a year. The woman at the palm tree looked over and smiled. Kimmy's heart stopped, it was really her. Well her old body that is. "Holy shit Steven, that really is you! What did you do to my body? I look- I look h-"

"Hot?" Steven leaned against the palm tree. "And what I think you meant is that you look hot. This body isn't yours anymore."

"I just don't know what to say..." Kimmy was dumbfounded. When she abandoned her body over a year ago it was chunky and severely overweight, like 240 lbs overweight. She left it for Steven's, who was fit and much lighter than her. Kimmy chose a male body thinking her life would be a lot easier since men were way less judgmental than woman. Now standing before her was a beautiful woman with fantastic tits who only looked familiar to her only in the face.

"Amazing isn't it?" Steven continued, "How having a little self control and discipline can take you a long way. Your body was disgusting Kimmy, like a house that hadn't been cleaned in years. I hated every moment living inside of it, until I got so fed up with all the filth that I decided to do a little house cleaning.

"You know what's great about house cleaning? You get to discover treasures you never thought you had. Like damn girl, you had a rockin pair of tits and all you had to do was work for them. Instead you ran away, ran away into the body of some tourist. But hey, looking how you're treating my old body it looks like you might not be that far away from having tits yourself."

"How about we trade back?" Kimmy pleaded.

"Fuck you. I'd never give this body up."

"Hey Kim!" A male voice shouted from behind Kimmy. "You ready to go to the shores?"

"Who's that?" Kimmy asked her old body.

"Oh you wouldn't know him, that's Anthony. He's new here. Coming love!" Steven shouted. "And he's my new boyfriend." With that Steven-as-Kimmy left his old body behind hoping into Anthony's truck.

"B-b-boyfriend?" Kimmy muttered. She never had a boyfriend...

Date Night

Sometimes I go into write a quick caption, but then I get carried away. This is the result of one of those times. Enjoy!

"Hang on, lemme send a text," Mark told his date.

"Uhh sure," his date said. Mark had already forgotten his name. Was it Harold? Harry?  Henry? Eh it didn't matter after four glasses of wine anyways.

Dude, Kevin, this guy is so DTF. The text read. This mount's rack is like mind control, I swear I've never worn tits this perfect ever before! XD. How's your date going?

"Are you done yet?"

"One sec," Mark held up his left finger, "and send. So what were you saying about how you study meteors? I think that's really cool."

"I'm a meteorologist, I don't study meteors I study the weather. Have you been listening to a single thing I've said all night Hannah?"

Hannah, that's right, that's this mount's name. Mark thought.

"Look here honey," Mark reached across his table and took his date's hands. He looked directly into Mark's borrowed eyes. "No, not here, but here," Mark motioned towards his cleavage. "You've been very kind to me tonight, but a woman like me would never dress this sexy if she didn't want something from a man, and I'm not just talking about the free wine. How about we just skip the charade and each each other what were really want."

Mark began began playing with his date's feet and sensually messed with his zipper between his enormous breasts. His date was silent with either contemplation or sexual desire, Mark was too horny to tell.

"Miss. Miss. MISS!" An unfamiliar voice said. Mark snapped out of his tease and looked in the direction of the voice. It was their waiter. "I'm sorry you can't do that here, if you two need a room please leave. We have other customers who'd rather eat their food with less... sex."

"It's no problem. We were just about to leave anyways, isn't that right hun?" Mark asked his date.

"Actually I think I'm just going to leave," his date said standing up. "It was nice meeting you Hannah, but I can't do this. Not tonight."

"No don't leave me Harold, you're so hot! Don't you want to please a woman like me?"

"It's Harry!" He said walking with his back to Mark.

"God dammit, I thought I had him," Mark said putting his head on the table in defeat.

"Will you be paying for this Miss?" The waiter ask calmly.

"Ugh, fine." Mark said handing him Hannah's card. "It's not like it's my money anyways."

Bzzt. His phone went off, he checked it. It was from Kevin.

Night's going great over here! At first not so much, but I took your advice and went to the bathroom to show more of my mount's tits. I'm so getting laid tonight! Good luck with your date :), the text read. 

Don't do it dude, Mark sent back. Men aren't as simple minded as that Ugh, my date walked out on me. This is fucking embarrassing, you'd think that since we were dudes it'd be easy. Nope.

I'll let you know if it works for me. Oh shit, he's coming back from the bathroom. TTYL! Kevin's text read.

***

"Wow Michelle, you look even more fantastic than before," Kevin's date said sitting down at the table.

"Aww, thank you James," Kevin blushed. "What brought that up?"

"I don't know. Did you do something with your hair?"

Kevin laughed. He reached across the table and took his date's hands. "It's alright James. you can say breasts."

"Alright, your breasts are more..."

"More exposed," Kevin finished. "James, I'm up here."

"I am so sorry," James' face was flushed.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed!" Kevin giggled. "How about the two of us get out of here, so you can see more of what's under here?"

"That would be great! Waiter, check please!" James shouted.

I don't know what you mean man, getting laid as a woman is so easy! I'll see you tomorrow ;)

Inside Jessica Nigri Part 8 - Vacation

It's been a while since we last saw how Charlie was doing as Jessica Nigri, let's take a peek at what he's been up to!

"How are you doing Cameron, my man?" Charlie said opening up Facetime.

"Not as good as you obviously," Cameron said. His dark messy room in the background was in stark contrast to the beach Charlie lied on. "I've been following you on Instagram after all, looks like you're having a great time in the Caribbean."

"It's been wonderful!" Charlie said rolling over onto his chest. "Being an adult is hard work, but a summer vacation is well worth it."

"Doesn't that hurt you?"

"Doesn't what hurt me?"

"Lying on your boobs like that, that has to hurt," Cameron said. His voice was worn and tired.

"Nope, they're quite comfy actually. It's like lying on two pillows attached to me, except bouncier," Charlie began bouncing up and down on his chest. He loved pushing his best friend's buttons as Nigri.

"Alright, alright." Cameron said. "Stop it, I was just curious is all. So how many days are left on your vacation?"

"Too little," Charlie said rolling back on his back. "I didn't actually plan this trip, it was all pre-planned by Nigri and her assistant months before I became her. If it was up to me I'd be here for another month or two, but sadly I have to get back to Phoenix in three days. Sucks!"

"Sucks to suck," Cameron said. "Still better than the trip I took with my family. Five days with my stupid cousins in Nashville was five days too long, I swear I wasn't meant to be born into this family. They're so embarrassing! Maybe one of these days I'll find a way to begin a new life like you did."

"Well keep me updated if that happens, but choose wisely. I didn't expect to be stuck as Jessica, it just sorta happened. Do I like it? Most of the time: yes. But her life is really intense, she's a fucking workaholic and I have to keep up appearances. This is why I need this vacation, it's literally just me on this trip, no one else. If I had to spend another second around her personal assistant and her uptight personality I swear I was going to strangle her."

"You're right. I was being mellow dramatic and a tad envious. The grass is always greener I suppose. Hey man, I gotta go. My mom's calling me."

"Sure man, talk to you later!"

"Later!"

The screen returned to Charlie's home screen, Lying back on his recliner his phone started buzzing. It was Jessica's PA, calling for the thousandth time that day. He hit the ignore button then powered his phone down. It was his vacation and he wasn't going to let anyone ruin it.

Not so sure anymore

"I'm not so sure about this anymore," Tim said to his friend who James who was beginning to pull down his pants.

"Come on man, we agreed on this!" James said hoping into the hot tub, his erection standing at full attention.

"I know, I know. It's just that..."

"It's just that what? Obviously you're not afraid of getting your pussy pounded. Yeah, I saw you making out with Mitch in the hallway yesterday. Or the fact that just a day before you gladly took a ride with Jeremy back home. Oh and the day before that, your first day as Ginny I might add, you called off the first time this was supposed to happen so you could rest. I'll have you know, I saw Snapchats from Anthony that night of your making out with him. You've been Ginny, the hottest girl in the entire school for just four days and you've already made her the biggest slut in the entire school. What the hell do you have against me?"

"You want the truth?" Tim asked.

"Yes I want the truth," James demanded.

"Well it's just that your," Tim brought his index finger and thumb together with a small gap between them, "your dick is a little too small for me."

"Arrrggghhhh!" Jame roared. "If my best friend isn't going to sleep with me I don't know if I'll ever get laid." James hopped out of the pool, still naked and erect.

"Hey, where are you going?" Tim asked.

"To do the thing you won't do." He wrapped himself in his towel. "I'll be in my room, don't knock." He slammed the door behind him.

"Sorry..." Tim said.